i fell in love with this book so hard

I never quite understood why girls would cry over their broken hearts, or whine about how much ‘he loved her’ or spend their days constantly thinking of him. But then I fell, I fell hard. And it all became so clear: the late nights, endless tears, the constant babbling. It suddenly made perfect sense.
—  Classy

I hope one day
you will regret
pushing me so hard
that you fell backward
from your own force.

(you are the cause of your demise.)

—  by shelby leigh
With him, it wasn’t a “slowly, then all at once” type of love. I did not fall gracefully in love with him; I fell flat on my face, so hard and fast that it left me pained and littered with scraped and bruises. It was the kind of love that was intense in every way possible, and even though it came and went fast, it left me broken and hurt for a long time. And though I have picked myself up off the ground, I will always be marked with the scars he left me with.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1235
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…he told them the story of the girl from Bantry who came to the New World, and who brought her belief in Mad Sweeney the leprechaun with her, for hadn’t she seen him of a night, down by the pool, and hadn’t he smiled at her and called her by her own true name? 

- American Gods, Chapter Eight

Moodboards for an upcoming fic.

NewtXReader -Not a priority - Part 2

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Part 1 - not a priority

I would recommend re-reading part 1 again before              continuing :)

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The emptiness was always there. Although his sensitive nature made him feel even deeper he managed to hide it behind his reserved persona, however the feeling never completely escaped him.

It hid everywhere, the emptiness, in the closet, the cupboards. There wasn’t any getting away from it. Most days he worked endlessly in his case to the point of extreme exhaustion and stress. He just needed to feel something. To distract himself, from not anything else but simply himself.

Just as you had quote on quote hoped’, Newt’s book was an incredible success, but success was nothing to Newt if he didn’t have someone he loved to share it with. The recognition for his work seemed worthless without your opinion, your praise was the only one that mattered.

Had you even bothered to buy a copy of the book? Did you even think about him anymore? These where thoughts that often passed Newt’s mind.

As he aimlessly wandered around the apartment the two of you used to live in, a lonely tear rolled down his freckled cheek. It hurt him to stand where he stood.

Every inch of the room holding memories which the two of you had shared together. A little pile of your belongings still lay untouched in the corner, but little did Newt know their owner was standing outside.

You stood in front of the red apartment door, breathing shakily in. ‘Please be not here, please be not here’ you prayed.

You were scared. So scared. Every muscle felt tight, sprung for action. Even your face felt tight, like smiling just wasn’t an option today. Your body screamed for you to sprint down the street, for you knew that behind the door was the auburn haired man you once loved…and still, hopelessly loved.

Letting a nervous sigh out, you willed your hand to push down on the handle. As the door opened, daylight from outside shone central on Newt.

His appearance was unusually scruffy, as though he failed to see the point of looking presentable anymore. His bow tie hung slanted and his hair unbrushed. Upon hearing your footsteps his eyes nervously flicked to the door, a mixed look of guilt and relief on his face. His mouth hung over for a second as though he was trying to form a sentence out of the millions of words he wanted to say.

“Y/N….I-I didn’t m-mean it you know that right? I was just so s-stressed, I had no idea what I was saying” he pleaded, his gaze now full fixated on the floor.

“It’s ok Newt” you replied monotonously, not even a waver of emotion in your tone. You wouldn’t let him see you crack.

Shock emerged over his features as his eyes locked with yours, as it took a couple of seconds to process what you had just said.

“It’s ok?” He repeated, unsure if he’d just imagined it. Did you really just forgive him?

“Yes”

“So you’ll come home?” He hopefully asked, a longing look in his glance.

…..

“No. I’m just here for my belongings Newt” you sadly whispered.

At this Newt’s smile instantly dropped, a heartbroken expression replacing it. His eyes became glossy once again and his posture slightly hunched.

“Newt I forgive you for what you said… Merlins sake we all have off days” you laughed blankly ,“but this doesn’t change anything. Work will always take a priority in your life and I won’t ask you to change that for me. It’s just in your nature Newt. I won’t blame you for loving your creatures. If you want to out them first…then so be it”, your voice shook in places as you forced the words out.

Tears uncontrollably fell from Newt’s eyes as he attempted to defend himself, “Being a Magozoologist is hard work-”

Love is hard work”, you interrupted slightly annoyed, “I love you…but I can’t keep going on like this. I’m not one of your creatures who only needs food sleep and shelter. I need your time. I need you Newt”.

Silence hung in the atmosphere.

“I was doing it for you Y/N”, Newt declared quietly his voice slightly breaking, “I-I know you hate having to move constantly… Always having to find a new home and rent different apartments. I just wanted to finish the book so desperately so we wouldn’t have to travel for creatures anymore…so we could settle down” he finished heartbrokenly.

“Newt-” did he really work all those long nights for you?

“…My aim was to finish the novel, I swear neglecting you was never my attention. I was going to use the money from the book too buy us a home…..

…..our home

From his pocket Newt pulled a crumpled piece of paper. Shyly he placed it in the palm of your hand, anxiously waiting for your reaction. Unfolding the corners a picture of a beautiful little house with 'a for sale’, was printed. Studying the image you noticed that it was a spacious house which walls where laced with ivy, nearly a replica of the house you had always dreamed of.

You had often talked to Newt about how you would’ve loved to buy a home with him in the future. Room for the both of you and maybe…even children. However most of the time you brought the topic up, it was when you and Newt used to cuddle before bed. Although you had mentioned it to him before you never thought he actually listened as most of the time he was half asleep.

You knew he was content with just living in his case and had never really longed for the comfort of a proper home like you. But he was prepared to give all that up. To work to the point of exhaustion to fund your dream.

You wanted to speak but all you could do is softly croak, “our home?”

Simply nodding his head, Newt’s mouth painted a soft smile. The piece of paper fell from your hands as he paced towards you. The warmth of his body met your cold skin, his hands clasping around your lower back, the other running through your hair. With each soft touch more tears fall, tears neither of you wipe away. “I’m sorry Newt I didn’t know. I guess I kind of ruined the surprise, didn’t I?”, you playfully joked into his chest".

“I’m just want you to be happy Y/N. I'll promise I’ll cut back on my hours Y/N. Just as long as your fine with living from my case for a while longer?” Still enveloped in Newt arms you tilted your head up, locking your eyes directly with his.

Newt was your home. You didn’t need a dream house and Newt didn’t need to work endless hours. As long as you had one another, you were each others only priority.

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GUYS I worked so hard on this last night, I’m sure I went through like 10 different disneyland vlogs and you know each of those are at least 15-40 min long.
I finally read the damn book and I immediately fell in love with these two. Story was MEH, but I stayed for them

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anonymous asked:

will looks like such a pretty nerd in that fbi photo like, it's no wonder hannibal fell so hard look at that soft puppy *~*

I read your ask and was smothered with the image of Will Graham being a giant comic book nerd (his dad would buy him comics as a kid because they were cheap and Will liked to read and he could walk into a gas station/grocery store and pick one up/let Will choose whichever one without being worried about the price

Will would grow up and save his money from the odd jobs he takes to buy a ticket to a comic convention and get hit on by literally every single person because he really is the prettiest nerd with those curls and those big glasses he wears to avoid any and all eye contact and those gorgeous eyes that change color depending on the light framed by thick pretty lashes–he’s devastating–and all he wants to do is to buy that damn rare comic he heard was going to be sold here, but the social aspect is killing him, it feels like every five minutes he has to step outside and get some air away from all those emotions and then get hit on again

and then when he finally can order his merch online? And he has a stable job with some spare income? He can’t stop himself from buying that limited edition Captain America

and all this culminates in Will living on the first floor of his two story house, Hannibal asking why he doesn’t use the second floor and Will wondering which would scare Hannibal ‘loves classical music and likes to slip French into every other damn sentence and would probably rather die than eat a Big Mac’ Lecter more, Will secretly liking how he felt when he killed or the fact that the reason he lives on the first floor of his house is because every room of the second story is filled wall to wall with boxes of comics.)

(answer: Hannibal asks to read his favorite comic book–because love–and Will word vomits his nerdiness at him at such a rate Hannibal’s pants are off and Will is showing him his favorite panel of bare chested Captain Rogers.)

The King’s Omega- A Challenge

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, some swearing

Summary: A fight is breaking out between King Crowley and the mean alpha. What is at stake? When Y/n is considered, that would be everything.

Author’s note: I know I am so late with this…I’m sorry. Forgive me. Let me know what you think… much love!

Word Count: about 1000 words. 

Catch up….Part 1, Part 2 , Part 4


 You couldn’t believe your ears. Did this man really just insult King Crowley of all people? Were alphas normally this hostile? Did they growl, snarl, and fight just like in the story books? 

“Or what?” Crowley repeated his voice as bewildered as his face. He was staring at the man like he had basically grown three heads and a tail. Then Crowley’s face fell, becoming hard with anger and annoyance. “Or what!” He bellowed, enraged. “I’m the bloody King, you blundering idiot! You dare question me?”

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      The imbecile had the nerve to smile back at Crowley. “Yeah, King-“ he sneered, his canines flashing in the light. “Who are you to tell me I can’t play with an un-mated omega. She could be mine by the end of the night.”

     You were beginning to get annoyed. You didn’t view yourself as some prize to be won, no matter how flattering two alphas raging over you felt at the moment. This was dangerous. Arguments between alphas tended to escalate in the stories you’d heard, and you couldn’t fathom the King getting hurt over you. That would be a shame. 

   The growl that came from Crowley then was dark and menacing. It was loud as well, vibrating across the room, causing even some of the larger alphas to take a step back. “Tell me, imbecile- what good is an alpha that has to force himself on his omega?”

    That much was true. Forcefulness doesn’t equal love or a bond. It wasn’t what you had set out to find at this ceremony, and it wasn’t what you wanted for the rest of your life.

      “I won’t have to force her, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’ll be in my bed with my mark by midnight,” the man says, reaching forward to grasp your upper arm in a bruising hold. 

   Crowley steps forward again, nose to nose with the other man as he rips his hand from your arm. He growls at the man as you wince in pain from your newly found bruise. “You dare to fucking challenge a king?”


    ..The King was furious! To see the Little Omega being hurt by the mean alpha was a disgrace to his kingdom, him, and especially her. The King tried to make the mean alpha leave the Little Omega alone, but the mean alpha only wanted to fight…


  The entire room was aghast into a silent stupor. No one was moving any longer, the music had quickly been cut off, and everyone once again had their eyes on you. This ball was beginning to turn into a war zone over you and you had barely said ten sentences! 

    It was at that moment that the Mater stepped in between them, pushing against their chests until she could fit between them comfortably. She was glaring at them, and it was in the hint of fire in her eyes that you really wondered if she was helping or hurting the situation.


    ….The challenge had been made for the bond of the Little Omega, and ultimately the crown. For a true King would never let his Omega be won, nor would he turn down a challenge, and no honest alpha would challenge an opponent and not accept the consequences if he lost-


    “Momma, honestly. If the dual risked so much for the King, the mean alpha, and the little omega why even go through with it?” thirteen-year-old you asked looking up from painting your toes.

  Your mother looked up from the page and sighed. “Y/n, how come you are always interrupting the story? You’ve heard it a million times,” she says with a chuckle. 

  You shrug, going back to painting your nails. “Just seems important to ask what you think, duh,” you mumble.

    “I’m sorry, sweetie. Your papa comes home tomorrow and I…” your mother begins, but trails off. Her right hand raised to rub over her heart absentmindedly and you wondered what she was thinking.

   It was true your parents had been pushed into mating, and you had come as the result. It was also true that your father was almost never home, due to his position in the King’s personal guards. But part of you recognized the longing your mother held for your father. The love that shined through the years of not enough touches, and wishful thinking when they did get to spend a few moments together, even if neither of them would admit it.

   “Anyway,” your mother continues with a brief smile., “I guess they go through with the dual for different reasons-”

   “Like what?”


……When the challenge had been verified and the rules set. The King knew what he had to do…


   “King Crowley!” The Mater yelled in a scolding tone, causing Crowley fiery red eyes to snap towards her. She turned toward the other alpha, “and whoever the hell you are. You are ruining the ceremony! A challenge has been made for the crown and this…girl.” The Mater gestured to you and continued, “King Crowley- do you accept?”

      “You bet your bloody arse.”

 “I hope you know I will win, King Crowley,” the other alpha snarled. “And just remember- when I do…she’ll be in my bed by midnight.”

 Crowley growled, his teeth snapping together so hard you could have sworn they may have chipped. “No,” he snarled back. “I will. I will keep my crown, my kingdom, and MY omega. And when I win you’d best be prepared to be tortured a kind of torture that even the mention of in years to come will run shivers down the bravest man’s spine.”


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Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word count: 1305

Warnings: there is nothing in this part but angst

A/N: hoooo boy. Are you guys ready? I don’t think you’re ready for what’s about to go down. I have no regrets. I had so much fun writing this. Enjoy 💛

“Viruses.” a sly voice speaks. There’s an accent. It sounds…French. Or…no. It’s German. “Such pesky things. Ah. But you know plenty about viruses, don’t you, 108?” I gasp at a clench in my stomach. “Oh, dear, don’t worry. I’m only helping you.” the voice hums a laugh. My arms are on fire. Shots of pain course through my skin. I scream, jolting out of my rest position. But I’m yanked back. My body is restricted. I try to pull my eyes open. I can’t.

“Oh my. I didn’t realize just how much they mucked up your mind, dear. But now I see. Such marvellous work.” I feel a piercing in my ankles, but it’s internal. I yell out in pain. “Don’t worry. You’ll be in tip-top shape. Soon. Very soon. The Reform has you now.”

As if on cue, my whole body sets on fire. My insides erupt in explosive pain. I let out a blood-curdling scream, my entire body standing up against my restraints. My very veins feel like they’re being split in half. My flight instinct sets into play, but there’s nowhere to escape. I’m trapped in my body. Amidst all the pain, something flashes in my closed vision. It leaves as fast as it arrived, but I recall the image of an X inside of a circle. I sob as my body begins to rise, somehow. I’m in my restraints, but I feel my bones stretch wider, longer. There are blades slicing my muscles from the inside out. And just like that, it stops. My body collapses back onto the uncomfortable surface, aching and heightened.

“Hm. It appears 108 is stronger than we thought. What a shame.” the voice makes me shudder. I can’t pinpoint which direction it comes from. My chest falls and rises rapidly, constricting, making me hyperventilate. “Well,” the voice says, “we might as well have some fun.” My eyes are yanked open against my will, and I try to blink them shut, to shield myself from the sudden light, but they’re stuck.

Once my vision has adjusted, I see the sight of a skinny, mousy man looking at me with his head tilted and his hands together. Watching me. Curiously. Menacingly.

My body squirms back into its surface, rejecting his proximity. But he’s behind a sheet of glass. I look around, my head darting every which way. I’m trapped in a glass room. I’m strapped to a diagonal flat surface, the only thing keeping me from falling to the ground. My throat closes up in fear. My mouth moves on its own, stuttering out words without my consent.

“W-who are you?” my voice shakes. The madman’s face lights up in glee, the glass barrier sliding away from us. He approaches me and grins.

“Let me tell you a story.” he says crazily, swooping away from me as fast as he came. I let my eyes pan my location, looking for an escape, but it’s so dark that all I can see are the small beeping machines a few paces away from me.

The thin man disappears into the dark and I hear the sound of a button being pressed. After a few moments, I flinch as a sudden rush of light hits my eyes. A large screen a few meters below is illuminated in front me, the size of ones in movie theatres. My blood runs cold with unease. The light lets me see the space that surrounds me. And I realize: this is a movie theatre.

I can no longer see my captor, but I hear his voice projected somewhere. “A story,” he begins, the white screen giving way to an image of a black circle. An X engraved into the middle, attached to a necklace. It’s eerily familiar. “about a beautiful end.” he says wistfully. The screen distorts into grainy black and white film of soldiers with both their hands held in front of them at arm’s length, their hands fists. The volume is low, but I faintly hear them chant, “Hail HYDRA.” I swallow, my hands instinctively struggling against the restraints. My eyelids are screaming to squeeze shut. But they can’t. I try so hard to close my eyes.

“Here was a beginning. Of something new. And great. HYDRA promised the world to its followers.” the madman talks as if he’s reminiscing a memory with an old friend. And just like that, his psychotic voice turns angry. “But there were others. They didn’t want the world. They didn’t want to rule. They wanted to destroy.”

The screen flicks to large missiles being shot into the black and white sky, in the direction of a little town. My jaw clenches, pain searing through my eyes in an attempt to shut them. “Many were so sick of this world. So, so sick of it and they wanted dearly for it to be finished with.” The X reappears on the screen, this time, on the shoulders of men shooting big weapons into panicking people’s bodies. I whimper, feeling the urge to vomit. “And the Reform was born. A beautifully anguished group of people who had enough courage to end this world.” Video after video, death after death, and all the while I try to pry my eyes shut, but they’re held open by some drug, unable to comply. “HYDRA and The Reform fought a long war, completely underground and off the books. And in 1954, a miracle happened. Call it fate. We had our very own Romeo and Juliet. A man and a woman from each side of the fight fell in love.” he says mockingly. And from the depths of the black and white screen, the mouse-looking man reappears, approaching me. He smiles evilly, and I press back into my confines. I pull my head to the side, tears running down my face as he cups his hands on my cheeks. His dirty, torturous hands caressing my skin. I try so hard to close my eyes. “And from that love,” he hums, “came a child.” He’s silent for a long time, gazing at me with pride. “Romeo and Juliet formed a peace treaty and reunited their two sides. Until we were betrayed.” he yanks my face to look straight at him. “HYDRA destroyed us. But where they thought we had died, we scattered. They executed the precious Romeo and Juliet and left their child for dead. But the Reform took her. Put her under cryo freeze. And we have grown since, waiting, letting the world forget, until we would make our move. We beautiful viruses.

“Twenty-five years ago, when we were suspected of recurrence, we had to dump our data. So we took the child out. Trained her. Wiped her. And set her up one the 108 Protocol for when we would retrieve her.” My blood freezes, and I violently shake my head, knocking his hands off my face. He starts laughing joyfully, barely noticing. That’s not possible. try so hard to close my eyes. He gestures to me proudly.

“You, our child, will lead us into oblivion. You will destroy everything, because that is your destiny. Isn’t it glorious?” I breathe in through my mouth, gathering my fingers into fists.

“I won’t.” I grunt angrily. He isn’t deterred.

“Oh, don’t worry, 108. You will lead us, and willingly.” He presses a red button on one of the stands, and a headset comes down on my head. “You just need…” he trails off, playing with the buttons and reinstating the glass barrier between us, “a little convincing.” He pushes down a button with purpose, and I hear the sound of electric bolts from above me. I know what’s coming. I try so hard to close my eyes.

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I was never into the HP book, but liked the movies as a kid. I was never a die hard fan of the movies either (although I enjoyed them), because I always felt something was missing in them, and some situations were confusing. Recently though, I read all the books, and I fell even more in love with the story and characters. Now, when I watch the movies I’m so let down; they dulled down such a rich story. I also can’t look at diehard fans who’ve only watched the movies.

Unexpected Interruptions

Percy x Reader

 Rated S for Stupid Smut (Because I suck)


A/n: First off I want to apologize for the trash you are about to read, I’m horrible at smut. Secondly, this took way longer than it was supposed to. Sorryyy



It was so quiet.

The day had been lazily dragging by without a single scream of terror or shouts of orders being thrown at yourself and other campers that had stayed behind for the winter. You yourself staying behind to help your best friend Leo Valdez with his projects other campers requested for him to make or fix. You being there to take care of Leo whenever he worked too hard on things to the point of passing out or whenever he refused to leave the bunker to go grab something to eat, you were there.

Every once in a while when you can convince the workaholic to take a break, you too would take the time to sit back and relax. Now was one of those times where you took advantage of that time by finishing that new book Annabeth recommended to you about a week ago. You had started it that afternoon once she’d given it to you, heading down to the beach and reading till sundown, finishing less than half of the book and heading back to your cabin to continue, where all of your noisy half-siblings were.

In short, you never got to read in peace once you got to your cabin, which is also the reason you’re laying in your boyfriend’s bed in cabin 3. Percy being the only residence here besides the occasional visit from Tyson made staying over really convenient, especially since you’ve made it into your little hideaway.

You snuggled up to Percy’s pillow, taking in his sea salt and somewhat minty scent that strangely mixed into the blissful smell that was your boyfriend. A grin lifted the edges of your lips as you thought of him, distracting you from the captivating book you were so enthralled in. You shifted your position to what you thought would be a more comfortable position onto your side before groaning and flipping on your stomach to continue.

A squeak of the door made your head turn to identify the intruder, the sound of grunting and shuffling told you that it was probably Percy coming back from training younger campers.

True to your suspicion Percy shuffled into your sight, his face breaking into a grin when he saw you lying on his bed looking so cuddly and cute while reading your book, “Thank gods you’re here.” He groaned out while easing himself on the bed and crawling up to you.

Wrapping you in a warm embrace he continued, “You look so cute and cuddly laying in my bed, honey.” He kissed your temple slowly, his lips lingering there while he traced feather light patterns down your arm and attempting to pull your hand away from your book to kiss it, but eliciting a soft whine from you as you refused.

He huffed in annoyance and decided to pepper kisses down the side of your face leaning slightly in front of you to peck your lips quickly.

“Percy,” you whined again, “It’s getting good and you’re in the way!”

You flipped the page quickly as you began to wonder what the main character would do next. Before you could even read a single word of the new page; Percy yanked the book from your grasp and placed it behind his head.

You gasped, “Perseus Jackson! Give that back now.”

“No”

You glared back at his amused face and made a grab for the book, but his reflexes were faster than yours and he rolled off the bed with the book in hand.

“I want your attention and this stupid book is depriving me of that!” He whined cutely, his eyebrows creasing and his eyes becoming puppy like.

You held back the grin that wished to replace the scowl taking residence on your face, “Percy. Book. Now.” You spoke firmly with a hand on your hip and the other hand held out in demand.

He grinned ’How cute...’ Percy thought as held in his squeals of how cute she was knowing it would only further enrage her.

However, Percy unintentionally hinted at his plans of not giving in so you lunged forwards, determined to retrieve your stolen book.

However, you only caught air as you soon realized Percy had sidestepped your attack, a smug smirk mocking your weak attack choice, “I thought I taught you better than that, babe.”

You huffed and shook away the hair that hung in front your (e/c) eyes, “ Shut it, Percy. I didn’t know that this was an evaluation, now give me my book back!”

“All I asked for was your love and attention, was that too much? This book is in the way. I’ll give it back later if you give me what I want…”

Percy licked his lips and winked at you, giving you his usual signal that he wanted to make out with you. You rejected the idea this time, staying strong and ignoring the way your heart picked up speed at his actions, “No give me the book!”

This time you swung your foot around the back of his knees and pulled forward to give him no choice but to fall backward. Although he did catch you by surprise when his hand grasped your shirt and pulled you along with him.

Your breath left your lungs as you landed hard on Percy’s chest, internally scolding yourself for being so unaware of his move. That’s when you noticed exactly WHERE you fell…

“Oh…”

“Hi there,” You felt his voice rumble through his chest as he spoke, “All I asked for was cuddles and love but I don’t mind this at all.”

You moved your hands to either side of him as you tried to lift yourself off of him, but your attempts were futile since he locked his arms firmly around your waist. In fact, it only made things worse.

Percy groaned as you accidentally rubbed against his crotch, lifting his hips up to meet yours in instinctive response.

You bit your lip at the sight of him groaning, ‘Gods he’s so hot…’ You thought to yourself.

Percy looked up at you with lidded sea green eyes, “Please do that again~”

Hesitating was what caused him to whine a bit in need, also causing your panties to pool with your arousal. You started to grind on his crotch which elicited a soft moan to fall from your lips and his head to fall back onto the floor, his eyes screwed shut. You sat up and placed your hands flat on his firm chest that he worked so hard to achieve.

His hands slipped up your body, massaging your hips before moving up your stomach to your breasts. Your lips parted in a silent moan as he reached behind with one hand and unclasped your black lace bra while his other flicked the nipple he had uncovered.

“Percy,” you gasped, tearing his focus from your body to your voice,“Bed. Now.”

Percy didn’t have to be told twice as he sat up and locked his hands tightly around you as he somehow clumsily stood up whilst carrying you. He dropped you on the bed, automatically connecting his mouth to yours in a greedy kiss.

He sat between your open legs, his hands riding your shirt up to pull it off. Your mouths separated for what felt like hours as he shimmied your sweater off your warm body; your chest exposed to the chill air of the cabin making your nipples perk up even more.

Percy didn’t leave your breast unattended as his hands cupped both of them in his large hands, absentmindedly flicking and pinching one nipple with his forefinger and thumb while his mouth paid close attention to the other swollen nub. He kitten-licked and sucked on it as he looked up at your face– mouth agape in silent moans and eyes lidded, meeting his lust filled gaze.

He released your nipple with a pop, lifting himself up enough so he could tug at your leggings, “Can I…?” He asked almost bashfully, it always shocked you how he goes from a sex god to the dorky boyfriend you know so well.

You nodded quickly with a smile, lifting your hips up so that he could tug the black fabric down your legs faster. Once they were off fully, Percy looked down at your underwear– or should he say lack of underwear.

“Are you seriously wearing a thong?”

You felt your face grow hot in embarrassment, you found yourself stuttering out a simple answer.

“Do you… Not like it?” You asked hesitantly, afraid he thought you were a bit too risqué with your choice of undergarments.

“No no no,” he said quickly, licking his lips,“ I love them.”

He hooked his fingers in the strings and started to pull them down and off when your words stopped him,
“This is a bit unfair.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m the only one naked here,” you pouted,“ I want to see your body too.”

He smiled at your words and leaned down to peck your lips sweetly,“You got it, baby girl.”

He moved off of you long enough to remove his dirty CHB shirt and blue jeans. He crawled back over your waiting body with a smirk,“ Better?”
You looked his body up and down with a smirk, “Definitely.”

Your hands smoothed over his chiseled chest, his rippling muscles were most likely hand made by the gods themselves. You sighed in contentment, a small smile slipping across your swollen lips as you traced over his abdomen slowly.

Percy let out a puff of amusement, "Someone’s fascinated,” He teased, leaning down to leave his markings on your neck.

You couldn’t stop the small moan that left your lips, your body arching upward to brush against his own, which elicited a hum of pleasure from Percy as a response.

He pulled away to admire the small purple and red markings that began blossoming across the nape of your neck, smiling at his masterpiece proudly before glancing up at you with a mischievous smirk. Anxious of his next move you chewed on your bottom lip, breath hitching as he began to kiss down your stomach. You watched as he slowly made his way to your now bare sex. He spread your legs further making you blush. His hot breath fanned across your sex causing you to whimper in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath as he finally pulled your lips gently apart and took an experimental lick.

“God, you taste amazing..” He purred as he finally began to attack your sex with soft nibbles and licks. You bit lip painfully trying to hold back your moans. His tongue pushed into you slightly and you lost it you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Oh god…P-Percy, Mmm..Fuck!” You screamed, your hands making their way to his hair tugging at it slightly. He pulled away and grinned at you like you were his prey.

“Do you wanna cum now or do you want me to ease your orgasm out of you, sweetheart?” He whispered against your sex making your back arch slightly.

“I-I want you to ease it out of me…P-Please?” You knew you sounded desperate, begging like a child who wanted more candy but you had waited too long for this to happen.

“Okay babe, don’t worry…I’ll take care of you.” He got off the bed after giving you a kiss on the forehead, making his way to his drawer. He rummaged through it and quickly pulled out a condom. He knelt back on the bed about to open it when you whined grabbing his attention. You shook your head and he looks at you uncertain for a second.

“I’m on the pill…I wanna feel all of you…” You bit your lip hoping he’d agree, you’d waited too long for this and you didn’t want that barrier.

“Okay sweetheart… I want you to tell me if I get too rough okay? I don’t wanna hurt you.” However, the idea of Percy getting rough only served to turn you on more, but you nodded anyway and spread your legs in invitation making him groan as he gripped his length.

He crawled over to you pressing a passionate yet sweet kiss to your lips before nudging your entrance. You let out a little whine, thrusting upwards making his tip push in, he growled before slamming in the rest of the way with a firm thrust. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, burying your head into his shoulder, clinging to him like he was your life line. After a minute you felt the pain subside, you wiggled your hips experimentally. You whimpered and thrust up once again this time with more force.

“S-Shit, Y/N don’t do that.” He groaned.

“Jesus Kitten you feel so good,” Percy added his jaw clenching in restraint. After calming down a little he decidedly took control of the situation, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly. Your nails dug into his bare back making his thrust faster.

“Faster..” You screamed as he sucked a bruise into your neck, his growls getting slightly more feral which only served to bring you closer to your end. You felt the pit in your stomach making you pull back and look into Percy’s eyes.

“P-Percy…I’m close…” You whimpered your eyes tearing up from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“M-Me too, sweetheart.” He panted softly his right-hand intertwining with yours, he leaned down and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt your stomach coil tighter and you moaned against his lips. He pulled back and whispered in your ear.

At the worst possible timing, Leo Valdez came barging in, his usual mischevious grin plastered across his tanned skin, “Hey Percy, wanna help me- HOLY HEPHAESTUS!” He shrieked in surprise.

As if it couldn’t get any worse that it already was, Percy and you both were too close to climax when the unexpected intrusion happened and both came with loud moans, immediately separating once the new third party made himself known.

Percy instinctively tossed the messily bundled blue sheet across your bare body before scrambling for his own clothes to hide his body from Leo’s prying eyes, “What the hell are you doing in here?!” Percy hissed, tugging his boxers up, his pants following shortly after.

Leo swallowed nervously, “I was about to prank Jason and wanted your help.” He explained quickly.

You groaned and waved Leo out of the room with muffled curses following the retreating boy.

“Make sure you wrap it up!”

Percy tossed the closest thing he could grab– Your bra– and chucked it at the laughing Latino who caught it with ease, wrapping the strap around his head like it was a bike helmet.

Percy gasped and shouted a quick, “Hey!” before running after the cackling son of Hephaestus, his shirt still forgotten on the wooden floor of cabin 3 along with the still naked you hiding underneath the covers, facepalming at the dorky hotness that was your boyfriend.
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Something just like this

I LOVE this song and I wanted to write about it for a long time so here it is.

LogicxPrince (tagged as Logince)

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“I want something just like this”

Sometimes, Logic found himself laying on his bedroom, reading a book about champions and knights and princes and super heroes. At the same time, he liked to listen to a song that talked exactly about that, about risks that would be taken if one fell in love with any of those categories of people. And honestly, being a person that hates taking risks almost as much as Anxiety, he found it hard to let go and just imagine what his life would be like if he had a lover with all those attributes.

But one day, he had been tired, working on a project for at least two days straight with less than five hours of sleep, so when he got to his room, all he could do was put on the song ‘Something just like this’ and close his eyes, trying and failing to get some well deserved sleep.

Because of his failed attempt, he decided to open his eyes and stare at the starry sky over his bed, smiling at the brightness of the galaxies, the mystery of the nebulas. He loved that their rooms could be anything inside Thomas’ mind, because sometimes it was the only place where he could truly relax.

And that day, thinking he was alone, he imagined in the end of the sky a castle. A space castle. And from there, a constellation prince came closer, reaching out for him, trying to take him by the hand and failing because he was sky and Logic was earth. They could never unite.

And then, someone opened the door, and both the prince and Logic looked down to see the actual Prince staring at them, confused and obviously admired.

Logic had forgotten the door open. Shit.

“R-Roman!” Logic said, his room suddenly losing all its beautiful attributes and becoming, well, his usual room with grey walls and white ceiling and wood floor. “What are you doing here? Don’t you know how to knock?”

“I did, but you didn’t answer” he said, walking inside and smiling at Logic. “That was beautiful. Who was he?”

“He? He who?” Logic asked, looking away, but Prince chuckled, closing the door before rushing to sit next to Logic.

“The prince in the skies” the royal said, smiling. “Is he your lover? The one person that you love?” He asked, excited, and Logic frowned, laying down and curling up with his back to Prince.

“I don’t love anyone. I don’t know what you’re talking about Roman” he mumbled, closing his eyes. He was tired, and he didn’t want to discuss the subject. He really didn’t. But Prince was different from the others. He had no sense of personal space.

“Come on Logan” he said, taking the teacher’s hand. “I know that’s not true! Tell me who it was! Is it someone or is it just an imaginary lover?”

“More latter” Logic mumbled, and then slowly turned back around, staring at their joined hands. “Stop touching me”

“Alright” Prince said, letting go from him and grinning. “Now tell me. Tell me everything”

“Ugh…” Logic groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. “Do you know the song 'Something just like this’?” Prince nodded. “Well, it really speaks to me… For some reason. You know, I read so many fiction books, from Aristoteles’ scholar texts to Fifty Shades of Grey, and yet nothing, nothing comes close to my passion for Princes and Knights, like the ones from King Arthur and those tales from the Dark Ages, or even Robin Hood. It’s so weird that someone like me has such… Interest in people like them, driven only by their courage and beliefs” he said, sighing and looking at Prince. “I don’t know…”

“I understand” Prince said, smiling softly at Logic. “I honestly never thought I would have a crush in such a strict and smart teacher” he continued, smile becoming a smirk, and Logic’s tired mind took at least a minute to understand what those words meant. And when he did, he blushed lightly and looked up at Prince again.

“That’s not what I meant” he said, weakly, but Prince shrugged, holding his hand again.

“Well, I’m the closest you will get” he said, tangling their fingers and making the teacher blush deeper. “I can be your knight, if you want”

“Roman, what are you d-” Logic tried, but soon the royal was leaning in and pressing their lips together and Logic took two seconds to melt, his free hand going up to Prince’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing back in the most excited way.

And even though Roman was no real knight, Logan had to admit:

It was better than any of his dreams.

anonymous asked:

Ok I absolutely need to share how I got to reading Discworld in English. I'm not a native speaker, so my first Discworld book was The Amazing Maurice (the Finnish translation). Some time after it I'd ventured away from the youth section of the library and arrived to the adult's fantasy shelves, and saw a familiar name. I think it was either Mort or Reaper Man that I picked up first, still in my native language, and fell in love. I read plenty..but then came across Soul Music 1/?

I love this??? I love this so much

I was just talking about wanting to read the translations and honestly knowing there are gems like that hidden in them is just amazing. (It must be so hard to be a translator for these books) and what a great motivation to study English language and literature oh my gosh. I love this thank you so much for sharing!

I never realized how literal “falling in love” was. I didn’t realize it meant actually falling. I wasn’t ready for my legs to feel like jello, or to trip over my own words every time I saw you. I never expected to fall so hard that my heart ached at the thought that you might not love me back.
—  But fall I did. And damn I fell hard.

anonymous asked:

I remember the first time I read TFC I shipped Matt and Neil so hard, but then I read the rest and fell for Andrew/Neil so hard I thought I broke my neck. But deep down I still love Matt/Neil.

this was me but with kevin and neil and then i got to the end of book 1 and i was like: ok nevermind djkhkjd but matt/neil is good… so good

anonymous asked:

Hello! i read something on twitter about LA Devotee, do you have any idea if it is true that Ryan is listed as a co-writer of LA devotee in doab's lyric book? i know the first line of the song is something actually said before on stage when a fan threw a bracelet on him that has "love" on it

No I’ve never heard of Ryan co writing it but to add onto the lyric “you got two black eyes from loving to hard” there’s another incident. When the band was at the running and leads festival they where throwing bottles and one hit Brendon and he fell unconscious. So when Brendon got a black eye from that incident Ryan gave himself a black eye with makeup. So that’s where the lyric “two black eyes” come from.

Show Me Love 15

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: They say if you love someone, let them go.  Thankfully Natasha doesn’t believe in that lovedy-dovey shit, and she’s tired of seeing her friend hurting.

Warnings: Natasha always has to do everything around here, maybe angst?, FLUFFFFFF and Bucky FINALLY pulls his head out of his ass. 

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!  Here we are, everyone!  The end!  I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!  I’ve got some more stand alone pieces on the way, as well as a few multi-chapter fics cooked up!!! Also, keep an eye out for more one-shots of Dr. Barnes.  I’m far from done with him lol Omg look at baby Seb in this pic I’m dying

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⬅️⬅️PART 14 ||| THE END

Originally posted by campercooperpugfi

For the first time in weeks, you woke up well rested, The comforting presence of Pietro beside you no doubt having helped.

The man in question was pressed right up against you, the little spoon in your cuddlefest, and you couldn’t help but smile.  Unwinding your arms from his large form, you dawned a robe and silently snuck out the door.

When you reached the kitchen, an all too familiar and entirely too chipper at this point in the morning presence was already waiting for you with a shit eating grin spread across her face.

“Morning, hot stuff.”

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